Anatoliy's eyes opened suddenly, as he took air in sharply, coughing as the air was cluttered with dust. "forget..." he managed to croak.
He looked around sporadically, the air was filled with dust that limited his visibility to a mere six or seven feet. He plants his hands on the ground, grimacing as small scabbed burns on his arms cracked apart. He pushed the piece of metal away from him, it hit the ground with a loud clang. He picked up the M416 he had grabbed earlier and shouldered it. He shook the pulled his collar up to cover his nose, coughing quietly and walking forward slowly, aiming down the sights as he walks towards the direction that he believes the runway is in. He eventually clears the dust, appearing, luckily, on the runway. He looks around, squinting his eyes and taking his shirt away from his face. He sees a few people at the other side, climbing into a MiG, '"stuff man, uh." he looks around again, then looks back at the MiG. "forget it." he says as he begins to sprint across the runway toward the hangar.